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Subject: {ASSM} Once and Future Lovers (2/3) (MF, rom, slow, cheat, oral)
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Once and Future Lovers, Part 2
(MF, rom, cheat, oral, slow) 
By Paul Story, PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Megan/wwwfan
FINAL VERSION, 06/Nov/2003 10:06 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The continuation of the saga of Christine and Ed. There
will be at least one more part to this story, and possibly more, based
on reader response.

Very special thanks and appreciation to my favorite chocolate-covered
proofreader, Girl Friday (www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Girl_Friday/www), for her
assistance with this story!!

DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in
your very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read
smutty stories such as this one.


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August, 2003
Charlotte, North Carolina 

"Stupid door," Ed Martin said, kicking at it. Despite his proficiency
with most things electronic, these damn hotel doors and their keycards
always seemed to frustrate him.

On the fourth try, the little green light finally came on and Ed swung
the door open. Slinging his laptop case onto the desk chair, he pulled
his necktie off and tossed it onto the bed. After ten hours on his
feet at TechWorld, trying to sell software to businesses not willing
to spend money, he had let some of the other vendors persuade him into
dinner at one of Charlotte's better steakhouses. Not only was the
steak good, the beer was cold, and Ed was buzzing slightly as he
pulled his jacket off.

All he wanted to do was take a hot shower and climb into bed. That's
when he saw the flashing red light on the phone. He picked it up, and
dialed his code.

"You have one new message," said the voicemail system's sterile voice.

"Eddie? It's Chrissy. It's about 7:00, I don't know what your plans
are for the night, but I have a problem." Must be a big problem, Eddie
thought, since her voice sounded frantic.

Chrissy's message continued, "I was trying to get my laptop online
from the room, and now it's crashed and won't reboot. Eddie, all my
client info is on here -- if I lose it, I don't know what I'll do.
Call me. Room 522."

Ed sighed, and hung up the phone. He glanced at his watch -- it had
been nearly two hours since Chrissy called. Although troubleshooting a
laptop wasn't on his list of plans for the night, he had to admit he'd
like to see Chrissy again.

Quickly changing into a pair of jeans and a Sun Microsystems t-shirt,
he grabbed his CD case with software tools and headed out the door.
While waiting for the elevator, Ed's thoughts again drifted to his
high school days with Christine Edwards, this time thinking about the
first time they met.


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March, 1990
Atlanta, Georgia

He knew her face, but he didn't know her name. She was a petite
blonde, with curly hair framing an angelic face, and a lovely teenage
body encased in a green tank top and a pair of tight black jeans.

Eddie Martin watched this mystery girl from across the room. The
family room of Bill Wilson's house was crowded and loud for Bill's
annual St. Patrick's Day party, the bass thumpings of Salt-N-Pepa's
"Push It" vibrating through the room.

Eddie didn't really know Bill; after all, Bill was a senior and Eddie
was only a sophomore. Still, this party was a big deal, and it was the
kind of party that if a friend of a friend of yours was going, you
could go too. They weren't exactly checking invitations at the door.

Mr. & Mrs. Wilson went to visit Bill's grandparents the third week of
March every year like clockwork, and Bill took the opportunity to
throw a kegger. Eddie hadn't ever had a drink before this party, and
the cup and a half of vile keg beer he'd imbibed was making his head
feel fuzzy.

Still, he didn't care about any of that, as he leaned against the wall
and watched the pretty blonde in the green tank top laughing with her
friends. He knew she was in his lunch period, but was pretty sure she
wasn't a sophomore. He had to find out.

Refilling his cup at the keg, Eddie made his way unsteadily over to
Dan Jacks, a friend of his with an unfortunate name. "Hey Dan," he
said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Eddie my man! What's up dude?"

"Got a question for you, since you know everything about everyone.
Who's the hottie over there in the green tank top?"

Dan looked, his eyes squinting slightly to locate the girl Eddie was
talking about. "Oh, that's Chrissy Edwards. She lives on my block, we
used to carpool in middle school. She's a freshman."

"Oh yeah? What's she like? She got a boyfriend?"

"She's funny, or at least she was in 5th grade. I haven't hung out
with her much lately."

Sipping from his beer, Eddie moved around the room, greeting people he
knew and some he didn't. He moved ever closer to the girl in the green
tank top; Chrissy, that was her name. He was thrilled to see that one
of the girls she was now talking to was Liz Burke, a tall brunette who
had been his study partner in geography class last year.

When Liz moved off to refill her Coke, Eddie followed her to the drink
table. "Hey, Liz."

Liz turned around. "Hey, Eddie. How's life?"

He smiled. "Much better now, since I don't have to worry about
continental divides and that nonsense."

"You're right, though Biology isn't much better. I wish you were in my
class this year, you've got a head for this science stuff," Liz said,
frowning.

"Listen Liz, I'll give you whatever Biology help you need if you do me
a favor. I saw you talking with Chrissy Edwards back there," Ed said,
jerking his head to the left.

"Chrissy? Yeah, she's a good friend of mine from cheerleading. But
why-- oh, I get it," Liz said, a smile flashing across her face. "I
hate to tell you this, stud, but she's got a boyfriend. Some guy who
goes to Central."

Eddie's face fell. "Man, when I didn't see a guy hanging on her
tonight, I thought she was single."

"She should be, Eddie. I don't think her boyfriend treats her all that
well. Do you want me to put in a good word for you?" Liz asked,
smiling oddly.

"That would be nice. She's in my lunch, but we've never talked.
Actually, I'd just like to meet her."

"Oh, I think that can be arranged. Here's your Coke," Liz said,
reaching past Eddie to hand the cup to someone. Eddie's heart jumped
as he turned around and found himself face to face with Chrissy
Edwards, who looked amused and confused at the same time.

"Let me introduce you two," Liz said. "Eddie Martin, Chrissy Edwards.
Chrissy, Eddie."

Eddie blushed as he shook Chrissy's hand. Her blue eyes twinkled at
him as she said, "Good to know you, Eddie. Aren't you in fifth period
lunch?"

Over the course of the next two hours, they clicked in a serious way.
The party around them seemed to fade into the background as they sat
on Bill Wilson's back staircase, talking and laughing about school,
their parents, and their friends.

Finally, Eddie got brave enough to ask, "So, I hear your boyfriend
goes to Central?"

A frown passed over Chrissy's face. "Oh. So you know about Chad, huh?"

"Mmm hmm. Are you surprised?"

Chrissy nodded yes. "It's just that I figured, since you were spending
so much time flirting with me, that you didn't know I had a boyfriend,
and I didn't quite know how to tell you."

"It's okay. Liz told me. So where is he? If I were lucky enough to be
your boyfriend, I'd be glued to your side!"

Chrissy smiled, and blushed. "That's sweet. He's in Jacksonville, some
big baseball tournament. He's one of Central's starting pitchers."

"Ahh," Eddie said. "So, umm, do you think that Chad would mind if you
and I ate lunch together sometime? I mean, you know, just as friends
and all that."

A smile lit up Chrissy's face. "Well, I don't think he'd mind at all,
and if he does, I guess that's too bad. He can't expect me to eat
lunch alone, can he?"


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Ed Martin knocked on the door of room 522. The peephole in the door
darkened for a second, and then the door swung open. "Eddie! Boy am I
glad to see you!"

Chrissy was wearing one of the hotel's white robes, her damp hair
pulled back into a ponytail. "Sorry if you tried to call. I was in the
bath 'til a few minutes ago."

Eddie shook his head no, the momentary image of Chrissy in the bath
zipping through his consciousness. "No, I just decided to drop down.
Figured it wasn't too late."

"Definitely not, and I'll stay up all night if it means getting this
stupid thing working," she said, gesturing toward the desk. A fairly
recent Apple PowerBook model sat there, lid closed.

"Ah, a Mac," Ed said. "This should make things easier. Let me guess,
when you turn it on, it comes up with a flashing question mark icon,
right?"

Chrissy stared at him. Ed tried to keep his eyes on her face, not on
the front of her robe, which was gapping open slightly just below her
neck. "How did you know that?"

"Seen lots of these," Ed said. "Don't worry, there's usually no data
loss." He flipped through his binder of CDs, finally coming to the
Norton Utilities disk that he wanted. Putting it in the drive, he
opened the Mac and rebooted it, holding down the 'C' key to force a
boot from CD. Once the familiar Norton screen loaded, he started Disk
Doctor and then leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms over his
head.

"This may take a little bit, but it should fix the problem," Ed said,
swiveling the chair to face Chrissy. She was seated on one of the
room's double beds, her legs pulled up underneath her. Ed admired the
smooth skin of her calf and ankle.

"Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it. So how was your day?"

"Long," he admitted. "Lots of lookers, but very few buyers. It's
frustrating to have to go through the sales pitch so many times, with
so few results to show for it. How was yours?"

"About the same," she admitted, "Except I was one of the lookers who
wasn't buying. I want to get a new massage table for my office, but
all the ones I saw were way too expensive."

"Yep, I heard that excuse a lot today," Ed said. "Too expensive. But
anyway, I thought you were a sports therapist, not a massage
therapist. I was picturing injury rehab and that sort of thing."

"We do that," Chrissy said, nodding. "But my partners and I also
provide what's called `sports massage,' a specialized form of
therapeutic massage geared towards athletes and active people."

"Ah," Ed said, nodding. "So more deep tissue work than the average
person might want."

"Exactly. I interned as a massage therapist in college, so I've got
some experience with it. My table is a couple years old and I'd like
to replace it."

Unconsciously, Ed found himself flexing his lower back. All this talk
of massage was making him realize how tight his muscles were. He
swiveled his chair back around to check on the Mac, which was about
80% complete.

"It's too bad you didn't get that new table today," he joked. "I could
use a nice massage about now."

Ed didn't hear Chrissy chuckle, so he turned back around to see if she
heard him. She was blushing as she said, "If you get this fixed, I'll
owe you one - so a massage is yours!"

Ed shook his head. "I was only kidding, Chrissy. You don't owe me
anything, and besides, you don't even have a table."

"I can use this," she said, patting the bed. "Hotel beds are so firm,
they're practically massage tables anyway."

Ed felt his cock lurch in his pants at the thought of being in
Chrissy's bed, and he quickly changed the subject. "Ah, let's not plan
ahead. I might not be able to get this fixed anyway."

While the Norton software repaired the errors it had found, there was
somewhat of an awkward silence in the room. Finally, the software
announced it was finished.

"Now comes the moment of truth," Ed said, as he rebooted the Mac.
"Let's hope that instead of a flashing question mark, we get your real
desktop."

Chrissy crossed her fingers as Mac OS 9 went through its tedious
loading process. Finally, the splash screen disappeared, replaced with
an icon-filled desktop and the background wallpaper of a little boy,
six or seven years old, in what was obviously a school picture.

"Eddie! You fixed it!" Chrissy said, squealing and throwing her arms
around his neck for a quick hug. She leaned past him to work the
mouse, clicking various folders and finding that all of her files were
still intact.

As she leaned over his shoulder, her robe gapped open even more, and
Ed couldn't help but sneak a peek at the upper curves of her breasts.
His jeans felt tighter again.

Trying to distract himself, Ed pointed at the screen. "Your little
boy, I assume?"

Chrissy shook her head. "Actually, no. He's my husband's son, from a
previous relationship. We don't get to see him that often - he and
Mike's ex-girlfriend live in Nashville. Boy, does she hate me,"
Chrissy said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

"In fact, that's why Billy is in Atlanta with Mike this weekend.
Ellen's more than happy to let him come for a visit when I'm not
around."

Ed reached out and patted her hand. "Hey, Chrissy. I'm sorry. That
must be rough for you."

She smiled wanly. "It's okay. I've always wanted kids of my own
anyway, but Mike had a vasectomy before we met, and I guess I'm not
going to be involved much in Billy's life."

"Chris, sometimes those little operations are reversible, you know."

She nodded. "Yeah, but the patient has to want it reversed."

"Ah," Ed replied.

"Okay, enough of that," Chrissy said, clapping her hands. You held up
your end of the bargain, so it would seem I owe you a massage."

"Chrissy, no, I don't think it's a good idea..."

"Come on Ed, I'm a professional. I called on you for your computer
expertise, let me provide some of my therapeutic expertise."

"Chrissy, I'm a sweaty mess," Ed protested. "I probably stink like a
pig."

"I doubt it, but here," Chrissy said, yanking Ed up from the chair and
aiming him towards the bathroom. "Get in there and shower, it will
loosen your muscles up anyway. When you're done, come out here and
we'll get started."

While he showered, Ed wondered if this was a good idea. Certainly he'd
had plenty of massages before, and a massage didn't have to be sexual
in any way, shape or form. Truth be told, his aching muscles were
begging for a massage.

Still, could a massage from his ex-girlfriend be completely innocent?
He doubted that his wife would be very happy with him, though she knew
he got massages from time to time.

*But somehow, this one is different,* he thought to himself. Shaking
his head, he got out of the shower and dried himself off. Wrapping the
towel - which barely came to mid-thigh - around his waist, he left the
bathroom and moved back out into the main part of the room.

Chrissy had dimmed most of the lights in the room, a welcome relief on
his tired eyes. The sheets on one of the beds had been folded back
into a neat triangle, and a bottle of some kind was wrapped in a towel
on the nightstand.

Chrissy had changed into shorts and a sleeveless tee and was sitting
on the edge of the other bed, waiting for him. She gestured to the
bed, saying, "It's all yours. I'll give you a minute to get
comfortable," she said, taking one of the towels into the bathroom.

Ed stared at the bed. The sheet and comforter were folded into each
other, pushed over into one corner of the bed. Clearly, she wasn't
expecting him to use them.

Truth be told, Ed preferred to have massages with only a towel for
draping, or better yet, fully undraped. Therapists that used a full
sheet for draping were always moving it around, folding it, unfolding
it, and he found that distracting.

Since there was no way he trusted himself to go undraped with Chrissy,
he simply climbed onto the bed, face down, and loosened the towel from
around his waist, leaving it draped across his ass and upper thighs.
He quickly reached underneath himself to rearrange his trapped cock
into a more comfortable position.

Within a minute, Chrissy came back into the room, and Ed watched from
the bed as she wrapped the damp towel in her hands around the bottle
on the nightstand. "This should keep the lotion warm," she said, "but
I can't promise my hands will be."

 From the moment Chrissy's hands first touched Ed's upper back, he was
in heaven. Within five minutes, he had decided this was the best
massage he'd ever experienced. Her hands were strong and sure, moving
across the muscles of his back in firm strokes, pushing the tension
away.

"Since you're not a professional athlete, I'm not going to do as much
deep work as I usually do for clients," Chrissy said. "But if anything
is uncomfortable, let me know, okay?"

"Uh-huh," Ed agreed, as her hands worked his back, neck, shoulders,
and arms.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Ed drifted in a comfortable
semi-doze, feeling his tension melt away. Her hands worked like magic
on his back, and the only time he felt a twitch of sexual tension was
when her hands dipped onto his lower back, her fingertips moving
beneath the edge of the towel and into that grey area where his back
ended and his ass began.

Finished with his back, Chrissy moved to the edge of his towel and
folded one side of it back, to his ass crack, uncovering his left
buttock. Ed flinched slightly and she noticed.

"Does this make you uncomfortable, Ed?" she asked. "I usually uncover
here for a good leg massage."

"No, it doesn't really - well, it does a little, Chris, but only
because it's you. But that's okay, I'm fine with it."

Chrissy pulled his left leg a little closer to the edge of the bed and
to her reach, forcing Eddie's thighs further apart. As she massaged
his leg in long strokes, calf to cheek, Ed found himself stiffening
against the bed and he tried to distract himself.

"Chrissy, whatever happened to Chad Riley?"

"My ex-boyfriend?" Chrissy asked, pausing her strokes in surprise.
"You know, after we broke up, I lost touch with him. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was thinking earlier about how we met."

"Ah," Chrissy said, continuing her work on Ed's left leg, then his
right, uncovering that cheek and folding the towel to his crack on
that side as well. Noticing how his ass was still tight, and noticing
how it clenched when her hands got too close, she started reminiscing
about the early days of their relationship.


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April, 1990
Atlanta, Georgia

After that first meeting at the St. Patrick's Day party, Eddie and
Chrissy became fast friends. They sat together nearly every day at
lunch from then on. At first, Eddie sat with Chrissy and her friends
and their usual table, but eventually the two of them started eating
outside, alone.

They talked about their hopes and dreams, and about their frustrating
home lives. Chrissy's parents were ultra-religious Christians, always
quizzing her about sex and drugs. Eddie's parents were the opposite
end of the spectrum, barely paying him any attention at all. Although
he was a good kid, they had no way of knowing that, and didn't seem to
care.

Although she was reluctant to talk about Chad at first, eventually,
Chrissy started telling Eddie more about him. He was a junior at
Central, a varsity athlete, and had an '88 Mustang GT convertible.

"But do you love him, Chrissy?"

"Love, Eddie? Hell, I don't even know what that is." They were sitting
outside on a warm Atlanta day, eating lunch.

"Come on, Chrissy - is there anything there with Chad? Or is it just
that he's popular and drives a cool car?" Eddie pressed.

"Eddie, stop. I don't know. I'm only fifteen. You're only sixteen. How
do we know what love is?" Chrissy said. "I've got to get to class."

She stood and walked away. As she headed for Spanish class, she had a
funny feeling that she already knew what love was, because she was in
love with Eddie.

-----

It was two weeks later that she knew for sure. It was a Saturday
night, and she was sobbing in Eddie's arms.

"The bastard dumped me, Eddie. For some sophomore slut at Central.
Apparently she sucks dick real good!" Chrissy wailed.

"Shhhh," Eddie said, stroking her hair. "He's not worth you. He didn't
deserve you."

"He dumped me just because I wouldn't fuck him, Eddie. Is that all
guys think about? If I had fucked him, would he still love me?"

"Guys like that don't know what love is, Chrissy. Be thankful you
didn't sleep with him, because he's not worthy of that gift," Eddie
said.

Chrissy sniffled. "I know. I refused to be bullied into something I
wasn't ready for. Still, what the hell am I waiting for?"

Chrissy wiped the tears from her eyes, and pulled back from Eddie's
embrace. She looked into his eyes, so warm and full of concern for
her. He had dropped everything he was doing to race over here when he
heard her pained voice on the phone.

*He's the one that really loves me,* Chrissy thought.

Before really thinking about what she was doing, Chrissy brought her
lips to Eddie's and kissed him.

Their first kiss was sweet and slow, loving and frightening all at
once. Eddie tried to pull away, not wanting to take advantage of
Chrissy. She was insistent, her tongue snaking out to caress his lips,
and eventually Eddie gave in to the kiss, giving back the same level
of urgency, feeling his cock throb in his pants.

Chrissy finally broke their kiss, and stared into Eddie's eyes. "Make
love to me, Eddie. It's you I've been waiting for."

"No, Chrissy. I can't. I love you too much to let you make that
mistake."


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*It was then that I knew for sure,* Chrissy thought, using the back of
her hand to wipe a single tear from her eye.

She was kneeling on the bed between Ed's legs, massaging the backs of
his thighs, her thumbs occasionally straying to his inner thighs. She
watched as his muscles clenched and his breathing quickened each time
she did that.

For his part, Eddie was preoccupied with the raging hard-on that he
had pressed against the cool linen of the bed. Chrissy's hands on his
legs, his ass, and his thighs felt amazing. It had been over seven
years since anyone's touch but Donna's had affected him so intimately
- something about Chrissy's touch made this more than a regular
massage.

He breathed deeply as Chrissy folded the towel back down into its
original position, covering his ass cheeks. "Ready for side B?" she
asked him, holding the towel by its edges.

"Sure am," Ed said in a shaky voice. "You are very talented, this
feels great," he said, as he turned his body over, pointing his rigid
cock to the wall and away from Chrissy as he turned.

Keeping his eyes closed, Eddie settled back down on the bed as Chrissy
let the towel down onto his lap. He knew that his dick must be tenting
out the towel in an obscene fashion, and his face reddened.

Chrissy must have noticed, because she put her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be embarrassed, Eddie," she whispered. "Quite frankly, I'm
flattered."

Eddie's blush lessened a bit and he relaxed. Her hands worked over his
pecs and shoulder muscles, and across his tight abdomen, which held
the very beginnings of a six pack.

"Eddie, you weren't this muscled in high school," Chrissy said
appreciatively. "You must work out like a fiend."

"I ran cross-country my last two years at Stanford," Eddie explained,
"and I got into a workout routine that I still do. It seems as normal
to me as eating breakfast."

Chrissy moved down and started massaging Ed's feet, and he sighed in
pleasure. Opening one eye, he caught a peek at her, facing away from
him, bent over at the waist. "I have to say, you've stayed in shape
quite nicely yourself."

She turned to see him looking at her derriere, and they both blushed.

With a glance at his stiff cock still poking up the towel, Eddie
closed his eyes again. It was just too embarrassing to have them open.

Chrissy's hands moved up from his left foot, to his ankle, around his
knee, and pushing up his thigh. Again, her thumbs dipped dangerously
onto his inner thigh and Ed's cock pulsed.

Her hands reached the bottom of the towel covering his groin, and she
deftly folded that side over, exposing his hip and the edges of his
pelvic area, the excess towel resting on top of his cock.

As Chrissy worked his leg in long strokes, hip to ankle, Ed felt a
particular coolness under his balls, and he wondered if they were
exposed. The thought that she might be able to see his genitals made
his dick pulse, and the towel slipped back down into place over his
hip.

Chrissy giggled, and refolded the towel. As she started to work his
leg again, her thumb strayed a little close to his crotch, and his
cock throbbed, again causing the towel to fall back down.

After it had happened for a third time, Chrissy laughed, then said
softly, "Eddie, it's not like there's much of a secret as to what's
under there - are you okay if I remove the towel?"

Eddie's heart jumped and he opened his eyes. He looked at Chrissy, and
some sort of signal passed between them. Silently, he nodded.

Chrissy pulled the towel off his lap and his dick, hard as steel, was
exposed. Eddie felt a wave of cool air pass over his cock, as Chrissy
resumed her massage on his hips and thighs, mere inches from his dick,
Eddie was amazed to find that his cock could get even *harder*.

Ed was turned on beyond belief now, as her hands seemed to get closer
and closer to his cock and balls, without actually making contact. His
eyes closed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, all thoughts of
faithfulness to his wife were now forgotten. He felt his back arching
involuntarily each time Chrissy's hands neared his genitals.

"Ohhhhhh" Eddie hissed as he felt a slippery hand cup his testicles,
fondling them gently. "Yessssss, Chrissy, oh God yes."

Ed nearly leapt out of the bed when he felt a hot wetness engulf the
head of his dick. His head popped up off the pillow and his eyes
snapped open to see Chrissy sucking on his dick, her blonde hair
splayed out over his lap, her fingers still stroking his balls.

"Oh Chrissy oh oh oh oh oh..."

Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking him with long
strokes, her thumb and index finger firmly wrapped around the base of
his shaft. Her mouth came off his cock with an audible -pop- and then
quickly returned, her tongue swirling around his glans.

Faster and faster her mouth moved up and down his dick, her one hand
pumping his shaft, the other caressing his balls, and Eddie knew he
couldn't last much more.

"Oh Chris oh Chrissy oh oh oh I'm gonna cummm...."

Chrissy just moaned around his cock and kept pumping and sucking him,
faster and harder. Ed's orgasm started at his toes and blasted through
his lower body, exploding up through his balls and out his cock.

"Ahhh Chrisssssssyyyy" Eddie shrieked as he blasted jet after jet of
semen into her mouth. Chrissy pumped him harder and still sucking him,
coaxed six, seven, eight blasts out of his dick, swallowing them all.

Finally, Eddie's muscles unclenched and he relaxed, melting back into
the cool sheets of the bed, moaning softly "Oh oh oh oh."

He was dimly aware of Chrissy moving off to the bathroom for a few
minutes; the next thing he knew the room was dark and Chrissy seemed
to be climbing into the bed next to him.

"Chrissy," he said foggily, "what have we done?"

She rested one hand on his chest, and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"I'm not sure, Eddie. We'll figure that one out in the morning," she
said, pulling the sheet and blanket over them both.

"Okay," Ed said. Having a conversation was well outside his
capabilities at this point, so he drifted off to sleep, Chrissy's
warm, soft body pressed against him.

To Be Continued... 

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